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" I recollect," her husband responded, " and that day he
worked hard in the field as air man could."

" I n'er seen one so young study so on salvation.  Goen on

" A ring-tail fer work," Willie Proudfit said.
Sylvestus never came back up the bluff, but every baking
day Sissie brought him a couple of rolls wrapped in a piece
of white cloth. She would never sit down and he was never
able to engage her in conversation. She would stand, holcjing
her hands clasped together at the level of her waist, as was
her habit, and watch him while he ate the bread. She always
watched him until he had eaten the last crumb, and then,
always, she left him. He would thank her, or sometimes
would say, " Why don't you sit down and talk to me, Sissie?"
But it was always the same: one instant she was there, with
her dark eyes unwaveringly watching him while he put the
last fragment to his lips, and the next instant, suddenly, she
was gone.

Only one time, toward the end of his stay at the Proudfit
place, did she wait after he had finished eating the bread.
He asked her to sit down, but she did not reply, only shaking
her head. When he raised his face from the spring, after
drinking, she stooped to pick up the little square of white
cloth, and smoothing and folding it in her hands, she said,
" Mr. Perse-----"

"Yes, Sissie?3'

"Mr. Perse"—and she paused, smoothing the cloth—
"Aunt Dellie, she said they's word yore wife's had a little

"That's true," Mr. Munn replied.

"Hit's a little boy," she added, "ain't hit?"

"Yes, Sissie."

She laid the cloth between the palms of her hands, and
held it there. Then she asked, "What's hit's name?"

"I don't know," he said.

She looked at him for a moment, and then, without a word
was gone.